Mona was happy, relaxed.

She was sitting in the passenger seat as you drive her busted pickup, their group friends and fellow Rez kids Eli, Samantha and Destiny in the backseat.

You, the only one who didn’t drink or smoke pot so you weren’t too stoned to pass your driving test, were driving the group to the drive-in.

Sam was already a little drunk, as usual, and singing to the radio that Mona made you turn up almost all the way, Eli and Destiny were playing Kiss Marry Kill with characters from S.E Hinton’s Outsiders as they passed a joint back and forth.

You were smoking a cigarette as you drove, sharing it with Mona, who had one arm out the window, trying to touch the clouds.

She was a little high. Shocker.

“Bunch o’ dumbasses.” You muttered affectionately, turning onto the main road as Eli and Dez’s Kiss Marry Kill turned into an argument about who was hotter, Dally or Sodapop.

Sam settled the argument by siding with Eli, agreeing that it was Dally until Destiny stole her joint.